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Thursday, February 17, 2011

Nice Weather Means Construction

Every spring warm weather means construction time. It doesn't matter where I live in the world, even if its warm in winter, when spring rolls around the construction begins.

Right now my nice, lush, green lawn is discolored with blue, red, white, and green spray paint lines. This seems to be the norm for my neighborhood as I look up and down the street on my walk to get the mail and find I'm not the only one soon to have trenches in their yard.

Needless to say my husband is rather upset that the lawn he worked so hard on is going to be destroyed. We've been told that they will restore the lawn after they tear it apart. I have my doubts as to how good of a job they will do in its reconstruction.

This morning a man in a hard hat was walking up and down my street with white sheets of paper sticking them in every door on the street. Oh dear, this just can't be good is what I thought. Its not good. This is going to be a long process. I now know the window of destruction. Starting this Monday, a holiday mind you, February 21st through June 30th our street is going to be crowded with earth moving equipment, loud noises and more often then not rude construction workers. I realize they have a job to do but I don't like it when they block driveways and make it quite difficult to navigate the narrow road.

In this four months of construction work we are to also have power outages they stated on the paper.

POWER OUTAGES ASSOCIATED WITH THIS WORK WILL BE SCHEDULED AT A LATER DATE AND TENNANTS WILL RECEIVE SEVERAL NOTICES OF PENDING OUTAGES TO INCLUDE TWO WEEKS IN ADVANCE AND UP TO THE DAY BEFORE. OUTAGES WILL BE KEPT TO A MAXIMUM OF 4 HOURS AT A TIME.

Note the typo of "tennants" that should be tenants. I highly doubt they'll keep it to just 4 hours without power as we've gone 16 hours before in cold weather. This is not going to be my cup of fun.

Yoga, Tai Chi, and Zen breathing will hopefully get me through the stress of living yet again in a construction zone. In NY I lived in a construction zone for two years. I thought I did my time in Hell, I guess not.